I was so ready for it. As I was working the pole, I noticed a fit guy in the front; he was walking over to my platform, so I kept dancing, looking str...ight into his eyes. He came in front of me and I knew from the look he gave me I would be deeply satisfied tonight. I kept working hard as he stuffed big tips down the front of my skimpy outfit. After I had finished, I went out the back looking for him. As I thought, he was standing there, an obvious tent in his pants. He introduced himself as. "I'm sorry I haven't got any hands to raise you. They're both full. Where did you learn to do that?" Ballet training." Brilliant! Is there anything you can't do?" Not much," she replied and screamed with laughter.Richard dropped his bag in the hall and handed her a video. "The condor at last," he said."Ooh great! Thanks! You didn't forget. I tried to ring you to remind but you'd left. I can't wait to watch it."Richard put the bottle of wine he had brought on the kitchen table and kissed. He moved his index in a circle and I turned around slowly. Wearing the nightie made me feel more naked than wearing nothing at all. In front of the door way stood a pair of high heel slippers with marabou fringe. I squealed again and stepped into them and beamed at Master.“Thank you, Sir, for my surprise!” I said. He held a new collar in his hand—a red leather studded beauty.“Get over here so I can put this on. “ As he attached it, he told me, “I am glad you like the nightie, pet, but that. "She's full now, I'll bet," he muttered. Setting the half empty pitcher in the corner, he removed the tube from its connection on the mask, and headed for the sprayer. The equipment that Mr. Dodds wheeled over to Mandy's motionless side appeared to be a common paint sprayer, and was, except for minor modifications to the spray-gun. It was a contractor type, with one hose to the air compressor, and one that dipped into the paint bucket. In this case, however, the label on the five gallon.